4:00 a.m
I felt my bed jolt. Startled I looked up disoriented to see the bunk bed above me. Where was I? Still groggy the anxious realization overtook me; I start my Camino in a couple hours. The sound of assorted snoring bounced off walls in the Albergue. The creak of bunk beds filled the room as well.
My mind also got noisy. It raced with the imagination of what the 5000 foot climb up the Pyrenees might bring. Is my backpack too heavy? Will I develop blisters? Will I even make it?
I calmed my anxiety by gripping one prayer, “Have faith, Willie.”
